As I drove on a familiar road I remembered when There were no homes, When there were no lights, When farm, fox and forest Ran on to nearly the horizon, Or, at least as far as you could see.
When it becomes their time, The next generation will remember When there were only houses here, Snug with their lawns, Safe under their lights, But then aware of some same change As I feel now.
Through it all, Through all the changes To the surface, And to those on the surface, The earth was always there, Always the same As it withstands our changes.
It's like putting on a new shirt, This once-a-generation Re-decoration of our place. What we do doesn't really change a thing, In time and on earth We live the lives of annoying gnats Of little real consequence.